Path of the Vampire forum

The club was hopping on the Friday night. Humans lined the street wrapping around the building waiting for a chance to get to the door even if they were turned away. There was something about the midsummer night's that beckoned to the youth of the city, no matter the dangers. Sultry months brought out the sexier clothes, the skimpier dresses that barely covered the patrons backsides. It was undeniably more glamorous and festive. The early night left a briskness in the air making going out more charged and boisterous.

With that being said, the clubs who were the most worth getting into were sometimes the toughest to get into. If they wanted easy to get into, go to The Handlebar Club/Bar but The Metronome was the place to be on the weekend nights. Live entertainment, packed and reserved seating, it was a go to for all the well off people. The velvet ropes of the Metronome Club wrapped around the building, around the corner till it went almost toward the Casino behind the club. Standing in line waiting to get into the hotspot du jour until you get up to the man holding the clipboard in front of the door.

Cristiana didn’t just hire the biggest baddest men to man the door, but that was who people seen first because it intimidated the oncomers. Every and Nimue (depending on who is working and who is off on what nights), in case otherworldly beings caused a fuse stood behind him. All of them were given the black tee shirt with The Metronome Club logo in the front and Staff in the back. It was more than pride that she took in the club, it was her baby and lifeline. Crissy stepped in front of the very large doorman, who stood well over a foot taller than her own five foot two inches. She looked up at him wearing a red corset, black blazer and black A lined skirt. People groaned in the long line, catcalls of frustration came from down the block when she was ushered into the double doors of the Club. The bouncer kept notes of who had made noises, those were denied unless they slipped him over fifty dollars. She let the security team keep the tips they made, but they had to be split between all of them.

Some people tried trickery to get into the club, including wearing the black light stamp all week to get in the next weekend. Little did they know the stamps were rotated each week, so not washing the hands (gross) all week just to get back into the club, wouldn’t work. They were told to hit the back of the line instantly. No one knew which stamp would be used for the weekend, not even the owner as they were picked at random that Friday.

There was a few who tried to slip in the back exits or where the artists would enter in from the private locations. But this was also outfitted with security and they were often put on the list that blocked them from entering for an entire month. There was a steep penalty for trying to lie to get inside. If you were caught.

The smartest of them all belonged on V.I.P. list or RSVP'd sometimes weeks in advance. There was a long list of people who were allowed in no matter how long the line was at the door. These people had been cleared by the owners themselves. Cristiana thought to start a V.I.P. Club that allowed, but she already did that in a way. This would just give them a card to present at the door. Of course even those could be revoked.
There was other ways to get in. Some came super early, before the bouncers set up their podium and the red velvet ropes. Girls got in and if you were super dressed up, if you looked like you were going to spend money. That was the key to really getting into the club. She walked in feeling instantly overwhelmed by the amount of bodies in the room. In a lot of areas you had to weazel your way throughout the crowd, like by the bar, dancefloor or tables. Which was the main areas.

Cristiana weaved through the crowd toward the bar sliding under the little counter door. She went to the register and dropped money into the safe. It was the best way. Keep a ton of ones and fives, but the rest goes to feed the bankers to pay the bills. The band was blasting music so loud she could barely hear the calls of orders being yelled her way from patrons waving money. She waved a hand saying that she was not taking orders, after all she wasn’t bartending just yet. The girls had their hands full so she did take a few quick orders leaving the more complicated ones to the bartenders. There was several waitresses walking around with trays supplying drinks to the ones closer by the bands. But those were shots of the fruity and tasty variety.

It was just a standard weekend for the club, busier the better. As she made her way to the private entrance to the office, she was stopped by a girl leaving the bathroom. “Lady, that bathroom is a mess! Someone needs to clean it!” She groaned and headed toward the bar rolling her eyes. Cristiana scanned around before just grabbing the cleaning supplies to do it herself. After a quick clean of both bathrooms, she cleaned herself up and stored the supplies. It was just another weekend after all.

It had become odd to see the Metronome in full swing despite the desolation on the streets night after night. Nevertheless, Every welcomed the change, weekend after weekend. Once in awhile, she chose to walk outside and check for any signs of infection - she didn’t want the club turning into a mess, after all, but for the most part, alternating between the door and the bar kept her sane. Her dark brown hair had been pulled into a top knot at the top of her head, her makeup kept clean and natural. She liked the professional approach, tied in with a comfortable uniform - she’d set her denim jacket on a chair behind her, the Metronome logo visible and paired with black jeans; a simple pair of black Converse completed her outfit for the night.

A nude earpiece kept her in the know with the other security members, as well as the main bartender in case backup was needed on the floor. As Crissy went past her, Every gave her family member a wink before she continued to listen to the chatter going on around her. It was only on occasion that she had to muscle around the two larger bouncers in front of her, but typically a mild warning went a long way. Most of the time, she’d taken up the habit of checking out the patrons for signs of the infection that came with the zombie plague - a plague that she had a helping hand indirectly. In some ways, the Metronome had become a safezone within the disaster area; the military presence surrounding them helped cut down on issues.

Behind her, she could feel the bass of the music pulsing into the still night air, the petite vampiress lifting her hand to create a cup as she spoke into the microphone resting against her collarbone. A suspected vampire causing trouble when it came to drinks, noisy and boisterous. A brief description was given - the outfit and appearance in clear view. To the men in front of her, Every said, ”I’m going to go make the rounds. Back in ten. Call if needed.” She collected her denim jacket with the mental note to drop it down at the bar as she headed into the club. There was a brief moment where everything hit her at once - the sight, the sounds, the smells. Her nails dug into her palms, her thoughts beginning to push everything out around her before she got overloaded. One minute turned to two, and she took a deep, unneeded breath.

The sea of bodies were watched for a moment, the promise of a good night still lingering in the air as she looked over the crowd. It didn’t take long for her to notice the individual that Becky and Mindy had asked her to check on. As the band switched songs, Every began to make her way down to the dance floor, her footsteps light as she eased her way through the crowd. It was nothing new to her; a dancer, she had always been one for clubs on the weeknights. It had been a long time since she’d worked in one, but it was all the same - move with the crowd, and around it. It helped, too, that she was smaller than some of the other bouncers. Patrons didn’t give her a second glance. With her slightly tanned pale skin and her aura similar to one of a mortal’s, she looked like she needed to go more in the sun, not that she was one of the undead.

Just barely over the pulsating music, Every could hear the cackling coming from the individual as she drew closer. “No one really cares about these soldiers, pay ‘em off right and you can do whatever you want.” The booth and the people surrounding him didn’t look too comfortable, a mixture of vampires and humans alike as Every reached out to test the aura. The loud man, however, was human. The brunette folded her arms in front of her chest as she lifted an eyebrow and approached. “Do you mind keeping it down?” She asked, “Not everyone shares your views and you’re making the other patrons uncomfortable.” A mental sigh escaped past her lips as she watched the wheels turn behind the man's eyes before something clicked.

It was going to be a long night.

As a proactive boss, she didn’t just sit in the back dealing with the paperwork. Especially when it was busy on a night like this, she couldn’t and refused to abandon her people in times of need. The club itself when it was packed with people and hard to weave in between the crowds and when the lights were flashing or the band had music playing in one area and music of a different variety in another. The VIP area almost always had jazz music true and true playing. However the main area or the backstage area was fluent. Since they had a band playing in the main area, not the back, the band was more contemporary jazz. The group took current popular songs and turned them into a classical jazzy version of the song. It was quite amusing and people seemed to like it, as they were singing along.

After finishing up in the bathroom, and scrubbing her hands quite well, she went to the office and opened the closet to change her clothes. She put on a pair of black jeans and the club uniformed tee shirt that had The Metronome Club Logo in the front and the word STAFF across the back. She headed out to the floor tying the waist apron around her midsection. With a tray in hand she walked around to the tables noting the people as she was taking the orders. The rumors she heard amused her.

As she neared closer to Every, a lovely woman whom she still considered family even though her and Micah had not spoken in quite some time. She didn’t have the heart yet to ask if the man she had a pretty detailed history with, as did her childer Simon, was still around or if he was like most in the city and gone or asleep. She watched, trusting that Every had this covered and knew what to do.The woman didn’t need the boss breathing down her neck or asking if she needed help. And Crissy was busy taking and busing orders as it was. Luckily, she knew she hired well. With a nod she walked away. If she was actually needed she was around, but she gave the staff the freedom to do as they seen fit.

It wasn’t until one rumor hit her ears did she stop and flinch some.

You overhear people talking about how disappointed they are that one of their favorite local boutiques was looted after the owner abandoned it.

You overhear some people talking about a conspiracy theory and a government cover up surrounding the quarantine zone.

You overhear some people talking about a gigantic fearsome monster they saw near the city.

You overhear two people talking in hushed tones about how there's a man in River Rock who buys evidence of zombie kills.

You overhear someone talking about how they saw a hauntingly beautiful woman walking through the streets of the Quarantine Zone. The atmosphere was thick with terror around her.

You overhear someone talking about how the military may just end up bombing Harper Rock off the face of the map, if current protective measures don't work out.

Walking over to the table, she looked the man dead in the face. “Sir can I get you another drink?” His money was still cashable like most others but, “That is of course unless you wouldn’t want to feed the pockets of another vampire. In that case I could call one of the security over and have you escorted out.” She smiled, but just for this belligerent man who deemed vampires a bad, she let him see a flash of the fangs.

You overhear two patrons discussing the merits of 'vampiric rights'. One man seems to think dead things shouldn't get civil liberties, but the other man seems to be defending vampiric Canadians vehemently.

The man jumped from his seat, pointing at her as if she had grown a second head. His words failed him from him being so choked up. Her flesh tones and even mortal like aura kept the mass of people from knowing what she was. There was many who had known for some time she was in fact a vampire or this was a vampire friendly club, but it was also a human friendly zone. She declaired it a long long time ago neutral. No one was allowed to fight here. As the man scrambled to his feet, she mentally reached out to Every since she knew the woman was nearby.

"Please come escort this gentleman out." She didn't need his money after all. His friend however, was very confused as she turned to him shrugging, the fangs already hidden in her mouth receeding. A half not caring shrug was shared between the two as the other man began freaking out.

Aden had not hunted here in a while. Decided he wanted to try something different after waiting in the long line making his way into the club. It probably didn't help him looking out of place in his classic biker leather jacket. Pair of jeans and biker boots. He knew that the security what keep an eye on him figuring that he probably was going to cause trouble. If those poor guys only knew how much trouble it would be if they decided he was trouble.

But that's not what he was here for tonight he was planning on some seducing some pretty young thing drinking a little bit of blood then heading out to the Bifrost for some training like normal.

But that was not in the stars for the night, Aden made his way up towards the bar. Being that his fangs didn't show. it was always awkward ordering a beer to find some secret way to pour out the beer. And then pretend like you are drinking it while you were talking to women. then generally order shots with them so he could easily slip the shot back into the bottle. Sometimes it was fun pretend not to be a vampire when you are seducing them.

It was looking down the bar he sold several that looked like they would be easy prey when something out of the corner caught his eye. Aden was one of the lucky few that never forgot the face or anything that he ever read he had a completely visual memory. According to some studies, he read he was in the 3% of the world that do. Sometimes it had its advantages other times it ruined your day. Today was going to be one of those days it ruined his day.

His mind must've been on a point that they. Is that's when he noticed this cute little girl one of those that probably was carded everywhere that she went. That could be been somewhere between 16 and 25 is very small petite and cute. The guy sitting next to her that's what caught his attention the most. His brain remembered exactly he was. Aden remember his face from the wanted poster in Atlanta Georgia. The police were looking for him for 10 different cases sexual molestation of a minor. The man had not been charged but he was a person of severe interest. The man had a thing for young girls it seemed. one of the main reason he remembered this guy mostly because he had done some investigation into that not just believing the police. Come to find out the FBI was also looking into it for the murder of several young girls as well.

Apparently, Tom Eggers had gotten wind of it and disappeared to Canada. Now was now sitting not too far in a booth chatting to this cutie hiding from prosecution. Thinking that he had escaped the law. And most likely was doing the same thing here in this town. After helping his boundary with the baby. He had been thinking you know with superpowers he could do a lot of good in this town. And this opportunity landed in his lap it was almost like boondocks Saints.

Feeding is no longer on his menu. But Tom Eggers was now on the menu. he looked up at the bartender mean that he was a huge guy it was really easy to see him when he raised his hand. He had a bit of a dominating presence didn't take long before one of the bartenders made their way over to the just ordered a standard bottle didn't really care what it was. Not like he could drink it. While he waited he pulled out his cell phone type in the man's name proceeded to do some looking up to make sure. Fairly he was sitting at the bar at the right angle where that what he was doing on his phone was easily seen from one of the security cameras. On the screen, he pulled up Tom Egger wanted poster. Soft wicked smile "Got you." he said in his head. Staring at the wanted poster and glancing at Tom.

The only rumor that managed to stay in her mind was the idea that a hauntingly beautiful woman had been walking through the Quarantine Zone. Anything else was filtered out as the idea of terror around the woman screamed Theodosia. Later, she'd head that way. Her mind focused, passing the rumor along in Amalea's direction, and then Freyja's - they'd be interested in it, too. But for now... her attention returned to the loud man without much concern about what would need to be done. For the most part, she'd learned that most of the men she had to worry about calmed down when they were asked.

As he sat back in his bench, it seemed the man was going to do exactly that. "If my coworkers or I come back this way, I'm throwing you out. Got it?" Her hazel eyes narrowed and the others in his party made snickering noises before she turned her attention to them, "You included. Keep him steady or your party is out." She turned away only to hear, "Aye, aye captain" as she paused. Ultimately, the shadow only shook her head before walking back into the crowded dance floor.

Easing her way through, the woman glanced over the patrons. Some were regulars, familiar faces that greeted her as she moved through the crowds. Others were new faces, paying her no mind as she went around them. As she went past them, she looked for any signs of using or deals going down - but she was satisfied to see that nothing had gotten through. As she listened to the music and the chatter around her, she couldn't help but feel comfortable in her surroundings. The petite shadow hadn't been one to go out in public company for the months following the incident in the throne room, but times were changing.

She felt the tug at her mind before she heard Cristiana's voice, Every turned to look for her friend. It took her only a moment to find her, making her way through the crowd afterwards. She made it to the pair of men and the allurist in only a few minutes, just as the man started. "You see this, vampires shouldn't be allowed to work with the public!" He gestured towards Cristiana as he looked at Every, "You shouldn't be allowed to work with her! It's dangerous!" The irony of his argument was lost, given Every's own race, but instead of fighting with him, she reached out to grab his arm. "Come on, bud. Let's talk a walk." Her gaze moved to his friend.

She wasn't surprised when the man resisted, his buddy trying to stop Every from grabbing him before the shadow reached out and caught the more argumentative of the two in the chest with her fingertips. Her touch was light, the image of one of the nearby lakes in her mind before he was teleported out. Almost immediately, the second of the pair seemed to freeze. "What did you do to him?" He asked, shocked. Every responded, "You'll find him over in the Honeymead lake taking a swim to cool off. Let's go." She said as she curled her fingertips around his forearm and began to lead him out of the club. As he began to resist, he broke free only once before she adjusted to grip and overpower the man.

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Every attempted to overpower a standard target, and was successful!

Was glancing at the guy when he saw the beautiful brunette make her way over to him he couldn't quite hear what was going on as he wasn't trying to use his vampire hearing to concentrate with all going on in the club and the guy was fun enough that it would've been difficult for him to get a good idea what was said anyway. When he watched him get escorted to a different location he cursed under his breath " ****!". How these bills to get to guy if he disappeared.

He was just about to get up and disappear from the bar .as seeing Tom he was no longer really in the mood to hunt and him disappearing had really put him in a bad mood. He was going to take his aggression out on the Valkyries. But just as he was about to get up the beautiful brunette came back and put a note beside his beer. She was definitely beautiful her eyes and caught his attention. If he wasn't with Beauty he might have tried to have a longer conversation with her the way she moved the confidence. She was an interesting type he could tell. For a man who had big problems with women he always was attracted to feisty women. Aden seems to like them as friends as well there were some about a woman that kept you on your toes. that back-and-forth somehow always got to him if they could take his ****. They normally had someone that would protect them for life.

he expected the note to be one of the normal make me hear something like that notes. meet me here or something like that that was normal. But that is not all that was on the note.

Do what you must. Then come to my office.

Do what I must? What the hell does that mean? Now he was even more confused. He looked up at the bartender as it looks like you might have some type of aneurysm of the level of confusion on his face. His eyes were all squinty. Cocked his head to the side as he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck.

One of her trusted friends noticed his confusion gave him a bit of a nod. Which got his attention been kind of pointed in the direction that he was supposed to go. He narrowed his eyes and looked at them again and then they just pointed the finger a little bit more forcefully.

There was a grunt that left his lips as now he was confused slightly frustrated and people were giving him weird secret signals. What the hell was going on. He just came to get some blood since the blood packs tasted horrible to him whatever they put in there to make them not coagulate. To Aden, they tasted horrible. but now he was interrupted by this weird child molester. Then he had disappeared because of the cute brunette. Then the pretty brunette had given him a weird note and now someone was pointing and nodding at him forcefully. What type of weird day is this?

Why not figure out what it is all this was about it. Because he would be trying to figure out all night what this whole thing was about if he got up and left would bother him. The most likely he would storm black into the club trying to find her and cause a serious scene or probably the next night. So he decided this would be easier might as well play along.

Aden got up and made his way in that direction going through the doorway noticing that the two security guards were kind of hanging out and quickly close that doorway after he went through. That made him quickly uneasy now that the security guards were much of a problem but the intent there was they didn't want someone to leave. He would leave when he damn well wanted to.

then he walked a little bit further and then he noticed Tom he could see him looking around all inpatient like as if he was waiting for something. Then the wheels in his mind began to turn from her on the camera she could probably almost see the thought process run through his brain before it finally clicked.

The brunette probably own the place or was in upper management. Oh ****, did she read what was on his phone? The camera could've possibly seen what was on his phone. A vampire probably could've seen what was on his phone as well. All those questions were unanswered all probable but at the moment what was evident. Was that she knew the information that he knew. And she had a miser what type of guy he was. The way he was dressed the way he moved everything about him said he was a man that wasn't afraid to kill. It already moved that way and embrace the lifestyle of being a killer before he became a vampire. Now he was it had probably made it even more obvious he probably had a bigger aura of death around them than he had before. Which some women were attracted to that bad boy thing others it terrified them.

There was a wicked smile that slowly slipped across his lips. as he began to walk towards Tom. "Hello, Tom Eggers. But it's been a while since you've been called that name. So apparently you're naughty deeds have caught up with you. I know you are Tom. Just because you left Atlanta doesn't mean your sins don't follow you."

when Tom noticed them especially as Aden began to speak to the man turned white and terrified as he can backing himself toward the nearest corner looking for an escape. His expression was priceless. The man's whole body began to shake his skin began to turn as white as a ghost. " I..I... Who... Is Tom... I'm just waiting for a prize.... ?" He tried to proclaim.

Killing and torturing someone was nothing new to him he had been doing it for years. And he was going to enjoy this. he was loving the expression on the man's face normally when he was killing someone worth of note he would've said a lot more talk a lot more smack. But somehow this felt empty it was just getting rid of another one of those disturbing horrible perverts. There was nothing challenging about the skill he could literally just reach over grab the man's neck and ripped the man spine out spica down on the ground like he was O.J. Simpson after his wife's murder.

But he was slowly going to have fun with this man he knew what most people didn't understand about pain. You can only feel the most intense pain. Your brain doesn't have enough processing power to be able to tell you that you're hurting in multiple places we can only feel the one that is the most painful at the moment. If you're going to turn torture someone you have to keep that in mind. Too much pain will cause the person to pass out just the right amount of pain puts them on an agonizing trip to hell.

" So Tommy boy, would you like me better if I'm a 12-year-old little girl? Do you ever their names and faces I bet you do. I bet you still keep a keepsake don't you I bet you have one on you right now. I bet you there several bodies of beautiful girls with her life is just starting here in this lovely town buried out in the woods. Got a lot smarter than when you lived in Atlanta. But the problem is you ran into me".

Tom just kept going on about the contest about that he was just here for a contest. He didn't know anything about these girls. He had no idea what he was going on about.

Aided paid no mind to what the man said as he made his way closer to them as the guide skidded to the back of the corner shaking like a leaf in a storm. Just to make things fresh reach back and backhanded with a bit Pimp smack. just to make the man feel absolutely inferior. As he watched Tom shake try to find a way out but realizing he wasn't getting past the 7-foot monster.

He began to plead and bargain. " I got money... Girls ... I give you anything... please..." There was a wicked smile that moved over his face as he watched the man. Tried to bargain his way" you tell me where the girls are. You see one of my expertise is torture. It will be slow and you never know what is going to end because even after you give me what I want I'm not going to stop. I'm gonna make the next." Looks down at his watch and pays attention to when the sunrise. " Seven hours of your life absolute hell. Is going to be so terrifying even the gods are going to weep." His eyes slowly begin to fade black like the eyes of the shark.(Rp power) Then just like an evil villain, he let out a marvelous devilish laughter.

Reaching behind his back pulling out two knives swirling around in his fingers with a beautiful he's as the knives back and forth as if it was something as natural as breathing to him. "Shall we begin".

The torture slowly began and he was brilliant and methodical with where cut and stabbed. It didn't take long before Tom was spilling his guts where the girl he had currently captive or held. Aden new the anatomy of the human body quite well what could take punishment. how much and where. He been to many torture classes and been tortured as well the man knew his way around the evil science of torture.

Once Tom had told him everything that he wanted to know didn't stop there. They were soft breakage of bones just fingers and toes at first. Had to control which ones that you broke and what order so that the person could feel the pain of the next one will become all monotonous in their brain to pass out. They rode the trail of pain. Slowly building to the climax as hours went by.

When he finally got towards the climax it was time for the man to lose the thing that was most important to them. And with the skillfulness of a surgeon, he didn't just cut it off. * Rp Blackout*

When Aden was done, and Tom looked down at himself unable to move and lost of his most important member meant. " I know you want to die and I will grant you that wish. I want you to look me directly in the eyes as so that I can eat your soul as you die." He slowly began to take his knife jabbing it inside the man's intertie cutting the Femoral artery. Slowly letting him bleed out like a fat sow. With one hand he held the man's head so he could not turn or look away with their noses touching. Aden wanted his eyes to the last thing Tom ever saw.

He was of the belief every man that you killed. Had a chance to Reap your soul in your own death. A piece of their soul was attached to yours as it dangled in the afterlife. When the Valkyries came to claim you, or the door to Odinson Hall opened. Those you killed had one last chance swipe your glory from you. He wanted to see Tom again if he had the courage to come after him so he can feel the feeling of defeat even in death.